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About New York City

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

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I mean, seriously – the neighborhoods here are a mixed bag. There’s the artsy vibe on 2nd & Crescent, where the murals scream silent sonnets. Walls that sporadically say “Truth will surface,” like that line from The Return – weirdly poetic. Oh, and if you wander over to East End, the local flea market on 12th st. is bumpin’. People barter vintage vinyl records and secrets in whispers, real hush-hush and gritty.

Susie K hangs up her apron as Ravenna downtown cafe closes